This garden universe vibrates complete.
Some we get a sound so sweet.
Vibrations reach on up to become light,
And then through gamma, out of sight.
Between the eyes and ears there lie,
The sounds of colour and the light of a sigh.
And to hear the sun, what a thing to believe.
But it's all around if we could but perceive.
To know ultra-violet, infra-red and X-rays,
Beauty to find in so many ways.
Two notes of the chord, that's our fluoroscope.
But to reach the chord is our lifes hope.
And to name the chord is important to some.
So they give a word, and the word is OM.

Acronym of Oh my... which is short for Oh my God (omg). The person using "om" or "oh my.." plays with the ambiguity of not mentioning what she refers to: it could be God as it could be any other thing. It's wise to use this expression if you are nor a religious person.